Wishful Prayers

Sometimes my prayer is no more than a wish,
God sees my heart and knows what I desire,
what seems like He’s just throwing me a fish,
envelopes me with thunder, lightning, fire.

A heart depressed, left burning with despair,
sobs but a tear and gets a storm for balm,
a soul bereft of love beyond repair,
just sighs, and sees the stormy seas go calm.

There’s prayer that’s persevered and may take years,
there’s deep and desperate prayer hurled at His face,
there’s hope-repeated prayer through tons of tears,
like wishful prayers, God answers all with grace.

If God would not want wishful prayers to be,
why would He wistfully once make wishful me?

                           -- by Pete Voelz      8/24/12